Princess Avira with her hair tied up in a high rise ponytail gazed at the men and women trailing after General Jared.
Apart from Baron Glorfile she didn't recognise anyone else but even if she did "is that it?" she couldn't help but ask just as Jared did.
"Afraid so Princess Avira, you're brother Randolph refused to send any aid, punishing those who dared to do so with death. Apart from myself, the 5000 men and women sheltering in the barracks and those standing by my side right now is all we could muster." Baron Glorfile stepped forward, his heading bowing low as if admitting fault.
"He really did refuse any and all manner of aid?" Avira struggled to understand the mindset of her eldest brother, did he fear Duke Runak so much that he was willing to sacrifice Icethorne.
